Four (or six) years of being ignored by everybody and retreating to the warm glow of soft-serve low-brow media narcotization to ignore the horrible reality that no one likes being around you, that was Bob's college experience. Binge eating to try to fill the aching void inside. Getting mediocre (at best) grades at a mediocre (at best) school. Watching other people have fun but never being included. Telling himself over and over that sooner or later he'd meet the right person and fall in love. Waiting for graduation, so he could go out and make his mark, never realizing his job at Blockbuster would be the apex of his real-world working life. At least there he was forced to interact with people face-to-face.
And twenty years later how much has really changed? Well, he stumbled into minor success online, mostly by being an early adopter of Youtube. He's still a miserable fat fuck no one likes or wants to be around. I'd bet money Bob's a virgin. He'll never meet someone. He'll never fall in love. If Bob decided to throw a party and invited all of his friends, excluding family, not a half-dozen people would show. All the pop-culture t-shirts in the world won't change these facts. But hey, on his deathbed he can reflect back on his life and be comforted by the thought that he's seen every MCU movie multiple times. He's been a loyal, unquestioning consumer and Bob Iger will be waiting to personally usher him into Disney's HeavenWorld(tm).